Justin nodded, pleased he was correct. "You look exactly like yourself... well suppose that makes sense." He rubbed his neck again, a terrible habit he picked up when he was feeling awkward.
He liked when recognition showed on her face. It was good to know he wasn't completely forgot in the sands of time.
"It was a calling I guess. Being born to muggles, it seemed only fit I help with what I know best of all," when she said her position it was all he could do not to be impressed. "An Auror now that is a position I used to want growing up. Seemed that it was never to be so," he wasn't meant to fight like that full-time. Justin was more often than not a paper pusher, follower. Was probably why Ernie and Justin have always been close mates. Ernie was the leader and Justin was happy waiting in the wings for instructions.